This morning I was supposed to march in a Memorial day parade with other members of the fighter wing, but I messed up big time and had to stay home.
Upon looking in the closet last Friday I thought the plastic wrapped pants haning in my closet were my dress blue pants, but they were my dress black pants instead. That means my dress blues are still at the cleaners. No uniform, no marching. This is very disappointing.
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